Dreaming (The Sub-Urban Dream Mix)

When I met you in the restaurant You could tell I was no debutante You asked me what's my pleasure A movie or a measure I'll have a cup of tea And tell you of my dreaming Dreaming is free Dreaming Dreaming is free I don't want to live on charity Pleasure's real or is it fantasy Real to real is living rarity People stop and stare at me We just walk on by We just keep on dreaming Feet, feet, walking a two mile Meet, meet, meet me at the turnstile I never met him I'll never forget him Dream, dream, even for a little while Dream, dream, filling up an idle hour Fade away Radiate I sit by and watch the river flow I sit by and watch the traffic go Imagine something of your very own Something you can have and hold I'd build a road in gold Just to have some dreaming Dreaming is free Dreaming Dreaming is free Dreaming Dreaming is free Dreaming is free